"A three!" she said. "Now Mr. Mansfeldt, and Lord Deerehurst!" She looked with graceful interest towards the men.
Deerehurst cut a four; then the millionaire followed with a two.
Her face flushed with pleasure.
"How strange!" she murmured. "Do you mind having a very stupid partner, Mr. Mansfeldt?" Her large brown eyes rested on the rich man's face, exactly as they had rested upon Deerehurst's in the days at Venice.
Observing and comprehending this, by the light of recent knowledge, Clodagh gave a sharp, amused laugh.
"I think every one is satisfied, Rose," she said. "Now, about points! Lord Deerehurst, what points?"
Deerehurst bowed complacently.
"What you like, partner! Our usual forty shillings a hundred?"
"Or twenty shillings a hundred?" suggested Mrs. Bathurst with a deprecating smile at Mansfeldt.
Again Clodagh laughed.